0 comments/ 16968 views/ 0 favorites The Park Bench By: Coquin lover, Coquine, wrote this story for me. She granted me permission to share with the readers of Literotica. To Coquine: Je te veux. I never have I met a woman like you and never will I do so again. yk. The sky is a soft blue and there is a hint of a cool breeze. A walk in the park seems the perfect thing to do. We hold hands as we walk. The park is large and full of gathering areas as well as quiet spots and people are out and enjoying themselves. Laughter and voices can be heard. Everyone has spring fever. We’re no exception. We spy a bench overlooking a pond and on it swim some ducks, geese, and a couple swans. You smile at me and without words we sit and watch the graceful birds swim and dance in the water. You lean over and kiss my neck and I shiver. Your tongue lightly grazes my skin and I turn to you and we kiss some more. Our hands seem to have minds of their own... We've been kissing and touching rather indecently on that bench and we are starting to feel the evil eyes of parents and elders on us, so I take your hand and we walk very fast to a quieter place. Behind a mix of bushes and maple trees, we find another bench and we sit. I am looking around; making sure the spot is perfect. I can feel your eyes on me. When I look at you, I see the desire in them. It is still there, untouched, as it was several minutes earlier on the other bench. I seem more reserved for I really don't wish to get caught by children. My eyes are sparkling with passion though and I try to buy some time by talking about small things. You smile but you're not listening to a word I say. You stop my babbling with a soft kiss on my neck. So light and warm, my entire body is electrified by it. Your head is touching my cheek, and I can smell your perfume. I close my eyes and await the next kiss. However, I'm ready for anything. You could just pull out your head so I would breath normally again and I will accept it. Instead, you whisper to my ears: ''Remove your underwear.'' I'm surprised by such a command and pleased. As I'm dealing with the thing, I hope you would help me or kiss me, but you watch, without touching me. Flushing with desire, I let drop the underwear and make a move to kiss you. You welcome the kiss, but only because it gives you another occasion to whisper another of your wishes. ''Bring your butt closer to the edge. That's it.'' You nod. ''Now, spread your legs wider.'' And as I do so, you lift my dress so my thighs and lovenest are exposed to your eyes. I sigh. The moment seems to last forever. ''What are you waiting for?'' I ask plaintively. ''Why don't you tease me with your tongue or make me scream with the play of your fingers. Why don't you just take me?'' My voice is heavy with desire. My eyes are begging you. I start to caress my thighs, but my hands don't dare to go further. I see you hesitate a moment. I take this as a good sign and grab your hand. I use it to caress my breasts through the fabric of my soft dress. You shiver and close your eyes. Guided, your hand plunges between my breasts and I make you roll my nipples between your fingers that start to act by themselves despite your efforts to let them motionless. I start to moan as I feel life in them. You sit closer to me and you say: ''I want you to finger yourself.'' You take my hand and guide it between my thighs. I'm playing the same game you did earlier so my fingers are motionless. Your kisses on my neck make me shiver. ''You want it. I know you do. Do it.'' you say in a low commanding voice. With your help, I insert one finger inside me and shake as it slides inside very easily, and then another. I push them inside me and moan, then pull them back a little and sigh, and do so for maybe eight or nine times, very slowly. I feel your eyes on me and it makes me smile between my moans. I look at you with my half-close eyes. I say between two heavy sighs: ''Take me. Baise-moi.'' Your reaction is swift and gracious. With your hands on my hips, you make my body to spin toward you and make me lay on my back, revealing more of my legs and stomach. You are at the opposite end and standing. You take my legs and pull me toward you. Then you kneel on the ground and say: ''Not just yet. I want you to scream my name first.'' You lean toward my lovenest and I feel your tongue on my clitoris, first gentle and exploring, then teasing and toying with it, alternatively sucking it and licking it, making me scream and shake with pleasure. I just can't keep from screaming, but I don't say your name. And you keep changing the rhythm so I'm not able to achieve orgasm just yet. I try to push you away, but your hands grab me wrists firmly, so I have nothing to muffle my moans and screams, and you ignore the irregular pressure of my tights on your head. ‘‘Coquin.’’ I moan... You keep changing the rhythm so I'm not able to achieve orgasm just yet. I try to push you away, but your hands grab my wrists firmly, so I have nothing to muffle my moans and screams, and you ignore the irregular pressure of my tights on your head. ‘‘Coquin.’’ I moan. You double your efforts and vigor as I say your name again and louder: ''Coquin.'' You reward me with a steady dance of your tongue on my clitoris. I feel the wave of the orgasm coming, unleashed from the ocean of desire I've nourished for months. As it comes, I stop moaning and my muscles tense and I feel it rolling on me and going in every direction in my body, from the belly to my finger tips and head. I scream louder than before, pulling myself out from your grip, sitting, back arched, my head falling behind, my breasts pointed to the sky. It's so strong that you cannot restrain me. I scream so loud that I alert some people walking nearby. You almost laugh but as you hear them coming toward us, you try to cover my mouth with your hand. Too late, we are caught! The Park Bench She sat there in the park watching the birds peck at the ground. The wind blew the leaves back and forth across the freshly cut grass of the Park. The sun beat its usual, high noon burn. Even the breeze was a warm slap on the face. A sweat bead rolled down her neck towards her cleavage as she quickly met it with a finger and wiped it away. She took a quick glance at her watch and adjusted it on her arm to cool her wrist. She pulled her hair up and allowed the air to flow to her hot neck as she held the tresses up. Her eyes scanned the park that was vacant at the moment. The beautiful full oak trees lined around the open center. The park's benches were scattered along the outer perimeter. A few litter barrels were here and there. The City's sky line towered over the trees, reflecting the sun off its glassed surfaces. "Where is that husband of mine?" She thought. "We rarely have any time together anymore, with us both working." Ever so softly she felt a kiss on her neck and a smile spread across her face. "There you are." She said. He walked around the bench, sat beside her and put his arm around her as she let her hair fall. She leaned into him as he pulled her closer and their lips met and kissed. They held each other for a moment, warmth and passion grew between them. "Hey baby." He said. Leaning and settling into the bench. Glancing around the Park's empty open arena. She laid her hand on his thigh and gave a little rub back and forth as she tilted her head coquettishly and looked at him, smiling. Her eyes narrowed in a seductive way. "Ready for me?" She asked, her eyes fluttered and her smile seductive. "We don't have much time." He looked around and said, "Yeah." He went to get up she pulled him back to his seat and looked him in the eyes deeply, leaning into him. "No time lover. I mean now?" She whispered. He had a surprised look on his face as he looked around the park. "Here? Now?" He blurted. She ran her hand up his leg until she felt the bulge. She rubbed the hump in his pants until she could feel it move. He squirmed a bit to get comfortable as she was now able to get a grasp of his growing mound. His eyes darted from her to their surroundings. She took her other hand and wrapped it around is neck so that she could finger his ear. He looked around the park again as he ran his hand up her bare leg. He inched his fingers sensuously under her skirt and continued to run his hand up her thigh until he felt her panties. She adjusted herself so that he could get in farther. She closed what little gap there was between them and began licking his neck. She could tell by his swelling that he was highly aroused. His quivering smile was a sign as well. Her tongue twirled behind his ear and down his neck. She pressed her firm breasts into him deeply. Her warm breath on his neck fueled his heated desires. His fingers fondled to find the puffy form of her pussy under the panties. She reached up and unzipped his pants slowly. He scooted to allow his growing cock more room as she fingered her way into his pants and past his briefs until she felt the warm firm cock throbbing to get room. His eyes glanced around the park for spectators. His fingers found their way to her wet pussy lips. He fingered the panties to the side and touched her clit. She moved her legs open more as her tongue went deeper into his mouth with a passionate kiss.She was pulling his cock out of his pants as it pounced upwards, she grabbed the shaft and stroked it. He pulled his head away and looked around to see who might be watching. She grabbed his chin and turned it towards her, looked at him, and said. "Don't worry about them. Take care of me," and she smiled. Their lips crashed back into each other for a hard and passionate kiss. She raised up as he was just entering her pussy with his fingers then she reached down and pulled her panties off and stuffed them in his mouth. She giggled as she said, "Here, these are for you." She stroked his cock and he removed the panties from his mouth and put them to his nose and sniffed. "Hummm." he whispered. She wrapped both hands around his shaft, bent down and he felt her wet warm mouth around his cock. Sliding deeper into her warmness, he surged. "Oh." He moaned. He could only see a few people around. He watched them as they were all in their own little worlds. His mind soared into ecstasy as she worked her tongue around the head of his dick and stroked his long shaft. It had swollen to the point of exploding. She came up licking her lips as he gasped for air. She sat up and went to straddle his lap, pulling her skirt down to conceal their act. With her back to him, he grasped her hips. She grabbed his cock and positioned it, so that when she lowered her body it slid into her cunt. Both eagerly pushing as the joining was most accepted. She adjusted herself and sat down as far as she could while he guided her hips and held them tight. She then began to move up and down. Faster and faster, neither cared about any audience by now as they were in the heat of lust. Humping vigorously as she steadied herself with her hands on his knees. They both were gasping for air as they pressed into each other over and over. She looked around the park and then whipped her hair around wildly as she looked back at him and said. "Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming. Don't stop." She exploded with wetness and slowed her pace as he thrusted harder. Panting as she reached down, found his balls and squeezed gently. Fingering deeper down to find his muscle between his balls and ass hole and fingered it as he exploded and released his grip on her. She felt the rush of warmness inside her as he quivered and pulsed. She settled a minute to let the swollen cock relieve itself. Licking her wet fingers playfully and then giving him a taste. Placing her fingers in his mouth and working them around. Across his lips then in and out. She slid upwards and sat next to him as he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up the best he could. She adjusted her clothing and turned to him smiling. She took a quick glance at her watch. Leaned in and kissed him as she got up. She put her finger to his mouth and said. "Lunch is over. See you at home tonight dear. And tomorrow, same time, same bench." Smiling as she walks away. His eyes followed her shaking ass while she made her way down the walk of the Park. He looked at the gift she had left him, her panty's. Knowing full well she would be getting them back tonight at home. Smiling he finally felt comfortable enough to rise and left...the Park Bench. (Thank You LadyShianne) The Park Bench I've been waiting for your call all night. I had left you a message saying I was coming to town to visit a friend. Thought since we were in the same town maybe we could at least have a drink and meet up. I've been thinking about it more and more, and rather then make the drive; I decided this was the place to meet up. Not on either of our own turfs. I couldn't believe how nervous I was about it. We've always said no expectations but come on, who were we kidding. It's hot, muggy even and now it looks like rain. I've heard on the news they may postpone the seminar you are in town for because of some fire in down town, which is good for me, then I know you can slip away for awhile and maybe we can do dinner and hang out. Even though I know I'm too nervous to eat. I've been hanging out at my friends place for the last few hours, and decided to take a walk not even caring about the rain. It's only about 15 minutes from the office building your meeting is at, and I figured if you ever did call. I would be pretty close. The streets are bare. I've found a park, and decided Id chill out there and wait on the rain. I hear thunder in the distance, rains always been such a turn on for me. Just as I start to think you must be too busy to get away. My phone rings. I look at it. I'm undecided on what I should do. I answer it, just hearing your voice sends tingles down my body. You ask me "what I'm up to?" I said, "I went for a walk, and I've stopped at a park and just been hanging out." So I asked you, "what do you want to do." And then "if you were hungry or if you just wanted to hang out at my friends or even just go somewhere so we can talk". To my surprise you said, "Id like to hang out at the park, that I've had enough finger foods and drinks to hold me over till the next round." So I gave you directions to where I was...Then came another loud boom. I said, "The rain will be here soon, you better hurry." So you said, "I'm on my way the meeting was delayed 4 hours, there's about 2 hours left till it starts." That's when my mind started to wonder, thinking about all the things I could do to you in 2 hours. In all reality that only left us over an hour anyways with travel time. And then I heard you say I'm going to say bye to my friends and ill be there in 20 minutes. I snapped back to reality and said, "alright see you then." I closed my phone and sat it down and seemed to lose track of time. Thinking about how I wanted to be a good girl the first time we met. That I don't want to come off as easy, even though the last few months its all we've been talking about. Then I started to wonder what was on your mind. Maybe you were thinking the same thing. That's when I started to realize that I was going out of my mind, and that I should not think so much into things so I just started walking again. I could just feel the sweat on me and the air was so hot. It was now darker from the rain clouds right above me. That's when you pulled up beside me and said, "You need a lift?" I bent down to the window and said," We going somewhere?" You said, "Just tell me where to park we can hang out here till it starts raining." At this point just seeing you sent those chills right back through me. I thought I could feel even a shake in my voice. I pointed to the parking lot and started to walk that way. You drove slowly and I could feel you staring at me in your rear view mirror, but I kept walking. You pulled in and got out. I watched your every move. Still wondering what you must be thinking. Its hard to say what either of us should have been thinking or what we should have done. What do you do here, do you shake hands or a hug, or just gaze from one another with the look of sex on your mind. Obviously that's what it was; you walked over to me, told me that you "owed me a little something." I looked confused and you picked me up a little and kissed me. I was in shock but there was no pulling back. Not only had you owed me that but I had been waiting for it. Wanting it. I would have to say I was needing it by that point. We hadn't stopped. You pulled away for a minute and just looked at me. I said with out even a second thought, "don't stop." You kissed down my neck, tasting my sweat. I closed my eyes running my hands through your hair. At that instant the rain started coming down. I don't think over the past few months I could have wanted you more then what I did now. I pulled you over to the park bench I had done my thinking on. I sat you down and got on top of you; kissing you with no plans on letting up for a little rain. You unbuttoned my shirt, and you rubbed your hand over my bra you kiss back down my neck and to my breasts licking the sweat off me. Pulling my breasts out to take on them one at a time in your mouth. Under me I could feel you growing. I started to slide off you. On to my knees in the grass I looked up at you unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Your hard cocked had popped through the hole in your boxers. I licked the head sending it straight forward. The warm rain falling on us, we were half soaked. Your boxers slid a little harder down then they would have normally had you not been wet with rain and a little sweat. I took you in deep. You pulled at my hair as if you had been waiting on that for months. I licked up and down your shaft. Teasing at the head, I looked up at you for appreciation. I wanted you so bad. I took you in and out, as you scooted out for me knowing what you wanted. I licked down your shaft to your balls teasing to your ass. You moaned in pleasure. Bobbing my head as your hand started pushing me onto you as I put your whole cock deep in my mouth. I was twisting my tongue all over your cock. In and out; back and forth, harder and faster; I took you in. You pulled me back up to your face kissing me. You pulled down my little cotton shorts, exposing a little pair of white silk panties. You sat up and came to me kissing back down my chest and circling my navel. Your fingers teasing the outside of my hot pussy as I moaned in pleasure. The warm rain more of a trickle now. You slide my panties off. And sink 2 fingers in me and I moan. You spread my legs apart and look up at me with a smile. You pull my hips in close to you and take your tongue deep into me. Tasting me; I push you in deeper. I've needed you. You circle your tongue around my hard clit. Sending me squirming, but you pull me in tighter making me take the pleasure. Rubbing my hands through your wet hair, we've not even notice the sun back out again. You take your tongue and slide back, sliding deep inside me and then back to my ass. Your fingers circling my clit and your tongue fucking my ass I can't take it. I explode right then with your face deep in me. You lick me clean. And kiss back up my chest. You turn me over on the park bench. My arms extended on the back of the bench you pound your hard cock into me and I scream in pleasure forgetting we are in a park in the middle of a town but not having a care in the world but you fucking me. You grab on to my breasts and motion into me harder and faster. My pussy wet again for you. I lean head forward and you pull me into as you push right back. Harder and faster you give me all you have. You slow down a bit taking your self all the way in and all the way out. I feel your wet hard cock start to tease my ass every time it comes out. I feel the head slide closer to my ass. You slide your hand around me. Down to my clit. Circling it again... you slide your face down to the back of me licking around my asshole. I can't believe the pleasure. You get me all wet and circle it with your fingers. I moan in pain and pleasure at once. And then with one big thrust you are in. I scream, knowing the hurt is over. You slide in and out and tell me how good I feel. Your cock so deep in me from behind. I moan with every thrust. You pound me giving me everything you have. You tell me how you've been "waiting for this", and how you "can't wait till to give it to me again." And then you said "baby I'm going to go." You pull out to the rim and explode all over me. I turn around and lick your still hard dick dripping with our juices. I look up and you. Tell you how much I enjoyed that, thanking you with my eyes. You know how much I needed that. I pull up my shorts as pull up your pants. Looking down and your watch and you say "the meeting is going to start in 15 minutes. I got to go. But it will be over in a few hours. You and I will have to meet up again then. I will call you." You walk to your car and I sit down still trying to catch my breathe, thinking of what I can do you to you next. The Park Bench The interior of the truck cab was dark as we sped along the highway. The radio hummed quietly in the background, not loud enough to sing along, but enough to keep the silence at bay. From my vantage point in the passenger seat I was taking full opportunity of the darkness to admire Mike's handle of the truck without him noticing. He was concentrating on the road, and I enjoyed the freedom to study him as I pleased. There's something about watching a man drive that is such a turn on. Mike was no exception. He handled the vehicle easily, with the quiet confidence of an experienced driver, even though this was the first time he'd driven my truck, He drove fast, but not recklessly, and made the turns smoothly. I watched his hands on the steering wheel and imagined them softly but firmly stroking my body, and I shivered softly. "Cold?" Mike asked, as he reached for the controls on the dash. It was late September, and a bit chilly outside, especially with the threat of rain that I could smell hanging in the air, but I wasn't cold. Far from it. I shifted in my seat and shook my head. Mike smiled at me and returned his attention to the road. "You know this is kind of like our first date," I said. I'd known Mike a long time, but had only recently begun to acknowledge the excitement I felt whenever faced with the prospect of seeing him. We'd hung out as friends, in groups, and had even fooled around in the back of the truck a few times, but we'd never really had a whole night just to ourselves. Mike smiled. "You're right, that was the first movie we've ever seen together." He took his eyes briefly off the road and looked at me. "I had a great time tonight." "So did I," I replied, softly. As Mike turned off the highway and onto the city street that would take us home, I was already feeling a huge loss at the night being over. Not only was my heart falling, but after a night of snuggling, holding hands, and our usual sexual banter, my body was feeling the need for some extra attention. Mike must have been feeling the same way, because as we got closer to his place, he said somewhat nonchalantly, "I don't feel like going home." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't either," I said with a relieved but somewhat nervous smile. "What do you want to do? We could get a bite to eat if you want, or go for a walk?" "Let's go for a walk at the lake." This was fine with me. There was a nice little lake in the midst of town, just a short distance from Mike's place, where we had walked together a few times before. It was particularly beautiful at nighttime, when it lacked the crowds but had enough people around to make it safe. Mike parked the truck on the street and we both climbed out. As Mike came around the front of the car, I stretched languidly, arms over my head. The tight little t-shirt I was wearing lifted up, baring my stomach. I arched my back, pushing my breasts out, and to my delight, Mike didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my body. I wondered if his jeans were feeling a little tight. I enjoyed playing the innocent, but I had done everything I could that night to make sure that Mike was noticing me. I'd worn my skin tight, pocketless jeans, the pair with the snaps up the side of the legs, and the snap button-fly. Paired with my brown cowboy boots, I knew the look accentuated my long legs and slim frame. I'd made sure that every time we went up or down the stairs, Mike was behind me with a good view. "Mmmm, that feels better." I finished my stretch and stepped lightly towards him. I took Mike's hand and we started walking down towards the lake. As we approached the little hill that led down to the lakeshore, Mike stopped and turned. "I'm not sure that I feel like walking tonight," he said. "Let's sit for awhile?" Mike led me over to one of the benches that sat on the grass, only somewhat shielded from the road by a small tree. He sat down, and as I started to sit beside him, he patted his lap. "No," he said, "sit here." I smiled and perched sideways on his lap. He put his strong arms around me, and I nestled myself against his chest. We were both quiet, and I enjoyed the warmth of his body. Before long, his hands were rubbing my legs gently. I sighed and leaned into him more. At this encouragement, his hands moved slowly higher, his fingertips running softly over my belly and then up under my shirt. He slid his hands over my bra, and massaged my breasts. I moaned, and instinctively began to spread my legs. Mike kissed my lips softly, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. As our tongues met, he pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to his hands. He continued to massage them with one hand, while the other hand dropped to my crotch. I was overcome with warmth and sensation, as he drew away from my mouth and moved his head down to my chest. He lifted my t-shirt, and the combination of the warm wetness of his tongue sliding over my nipple and the cool night air tickling my skin made me shiver and open my legs more. I arched my back, as he took my nipple between his teeth and gently pulled. He brought both his hands to the snaps on the front of my jeans and in one strong motion had them all undone. His hand slipped immediately inside and as his fingers felt my swollen clit through my panties, I nearly came right then. He touched me softly at first, stroking my panties, lightly massaging my clit. I spread my legs wider pushed against his hand. I could hear the traffic on the street as Mike pulled my jeans down over my hips. I knew we could be discovered at any time, but I didn't care. My body was on fire with my need for him. The possibility of discovery, and the daringness of what we were doing only added to my excitement, and it was all I could do not to beg him to lay me down on the bench and fuck me there. My breaths were coming in shallow gasps as Mike pulled the crotch of my panties aside and slid a finger up into my pussy. He continued to flick his tongue over my breast as he fucked me with his finger. "Oh god," I moaned in his ear, "more, I need more." Mike withdrew his finger and brushed his thumb over my clit. I was rocking my hips now, clutching the back of the bench for support. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, and I felt his other hand reach behind me and slide down over my ass. As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my cunt, he began to finger my ass, using soft pressure at first, and then slowly pushing his finger inside. The combined sensation of his fingers in my cunt and in my ass brought me to the edge, and I lost myself in my orgasm. I no longer cared, nor even knew where I was. I cried out loudly and bucked my hips against his hands. Finally I felt myself coming back to earth as Mike slowly withdrew his hands from inside my panties. He held me close as I caught my breath, and then gently pulled my jeans back up, leaving the fly open. He shuffled me off his knee onto the bench, and leaned back, closing his eyes. He was tight with desire, I could tell. He didn't say anything, and I knew he wouldn't ask for anything. He was a gentleman about things like this, my pleasure would be most important, and he would be, well, perhaps not content, but willing anyway to let things end like this. But I didn't think that was fair. If I could cum on a park bench, why couldn't he? I turned and rubbed my hands over his chest until I found his nipples through the light cotton material of his shirt. I stroked them softly with my fingers, and then unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it aside and kissed his chest. As I continued to stroke his right nipple with my fingertips, I moved my kisses further left until my lips brushed his other nipple. He gasped and shuddered as I slowly flicked my tongue back and forth, and then swirled my tongue around it. I sucked softly, and then moved my hands down to his jeans. Even through the thick denim I could feel that he was rock hard. I teased him for a moment, massaging his cock, before undoing the button and sliding his zipper down. He lifted himself off the bench and helped me pull the jeans down, and I pulled his boxers down as well to free his cock. I continued to pay attention to his sensitive nipples, and soon Mike began stroking his cock. It excited me to see him touching himself that way, especially out in public. I watched him masturbating, and couldn't help but touch my pussy. His hand began to move rapidly over his shaft, and his breaths were shallow. "You like this, don't you?" I whispered. "You like knowing that anyone could see us." "Yes," he moaned. "Oh god, yes." His voice was taut with tension, and I saw him look down to where my hand was inside my panties. "I like it too," I whispered. I rubbed his nipple rapidly with my finger and felt his body tighten as he came. In the moonlight, I could see the cum shoot out of his cock and land on the pavement and grass in front of us. Finally spent, he fell back against the bench, panting. We didn't stay long on the bench afterwards. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the evidence we had left behind, we quickly left, and ran back to the truck. On our many walks around the lake since, we always laugh when we come to that bench, and wonder if anyone might have watched that night. I hope that if we did have an audience, they found the show as hot as we did. The Park Benches Author's Note: The events in this story took place in the early sixties, in a small town in the state of Virginia (USA). Many thanks to Isaac who was kind enough to edited the first part of this story. Simon ------ owner of a store and married to Megan Megan ----- Simon's wife Maria ----- their daughter, almost 6 years old Rodney ----- widower, living on same street as Megan Mary ------- Megan's mother Megan and Simon had been married for over seven years. She was twenty-seven and he was thirty. They were living the good life -- and a happy life -- in a nice, comfortable house, situated on the fringe of a beautiful park in a suburb of a medium-sized town called Maple Ridge in the eastern part of the United States. The backyard of their house, and indeed of most of the houses on their street, made contact with a well-kept park. Most houses on that street also had a gate through their backyard fence that opened on the neatly trimmed grass of the park and the packed-soil sidewalk that went the whole length of the park. It was relaxing and pleasant to stroll along the narrow and well-manicured pathway and looking at the patches of flowers and young trees that could be seen everywhere. On both sides, the pathway was also lined, every two hundred yards or so, with benches, thus allowing people to rest. Walking along the narrow path, it was also possible to see into the backyards of all the houses on that side of the street. The fact that there was a park so close to the houses on that street was a huge advantage. It was an available and safe place for children to play and for adults to stroll, relax and to be in close contact with nature, while still living in the middle of town. Megan had been enjoying the proximity of the park even before her daughter, Maria, had been borned. As soon as her daughter was old enough to be taken outside, Megan got into the habit of going daily through the backyard gate and taking long walks in the park, pushing her daughter asleep in her carriage. Even now, with Maria almost six, when the weather permitted, mother and daughter would take long walks in the park almost every day. Megan's husband Simon seldom had time to walk with his wife and daughter. He was much too busy working in his store. He was the owner of a hardware store in town, and he had three employees working full-time for him. Simon had met Megan while he was still going to university. They had gone steady for two years before they finally got married. After seven years of married life, he was still as much in love with her as he had been when he married her. Sex with Megan was simple, plain, and not that frequent. She had never gone out with anybody else before marrying him, and when they were going out together, she would never allow him to touch her below her waist. This was not a big problem however, for the part of her body that he loved most was her boobs. It was her breasts that had attracted him the very first time he saw her. He was a breast man, and Megan certainly had two magnificent half spheres on her chest to attract members of the opposite sex who felt as he did. At five foot nine inches, she was relatively tall, with a nice pair of legs and an attractive bubble ass. Combining her beautiful boobs and her tall voluptuous figure with her long, straight, light brown hair, she had a little of that Mona Lisa look to her general appearance. Unfortunately, like that famous lady, she was also a little ordinary looking. She was certainly not ugly, but her facial features were nothing to write home about. The overall effect of her appearance however, had always fascinated her husband. Because of her strict upbringing, Megan sometimes considered that having sex with her husband was somewhat dirty, and she didn't enjoy those sex sessions too much. She was, frankly, on the frigid side; she tolerated sex with him rather than enjoying it. She knew it was expected of her, and she did open her legs once in a while for him. She resigned herself to accept sex as part of being married to her husband. Of course for Megan's husband, it was the complete opposite. He enjoyed sex with his wife, and he was always looking forward to being intimate with her. He had, however, to content himself with those few times each month when she would permit it to happen. Even then he was only allowed to fuck her in the missionary position, and he was required to withdraw before he ejaculated. While she loved Maria a lot, she didn't want to get pregnant again. Naturally there had never been any oral sex between them. The only thing that she seemed able to easily tolerate, was the abundant caresses he would often make to her beautiful breasts tipped with her erotic puckered pink nipples. Before he met his wife, while in school, he had gone on dates with half a dozen girls. He had even managed to fondle a few of them, but he had never had sex with any of them and even now he had absolutely no desire to try sex with anyone else. He was happy the way things were, and he would have been content if things remained like that forever. They had been living in the same house since they were married, and to everyone that knew them, Megan, Simon and their daughter Maria were a very happy, 1960's American family. One spring afternoon, while Simon was in his store, like he always was in the middle of the day, Jimmy Weldon, an old man that often came to Simon's hardware store, entered and greeted him. They had a friendly talk for a few minutes and Jimmy bought a can of paint. Then, before leaving, he turned to Simon and said to him, "By the way, I was in the park this morning and I saw your wife and daughter there." "Yes, my wife loves to walk. It helps her to keep in shape." "Oh, she wasn't walking when I saw her. She was sitting on a bench in front of the playground while your daughter was on a swing. She was talking with Rodney Miller. He lives a dozen of houses away from yours." There was a funny look on old Jimmy's face, a look that Simon didn't like at all. It was as if the old man was daring him to ask him to elaborate. But Simon didn't want to go there; he simply stopped the matter by saying, "Yes, of course I know who you mean." He did know Rodney Miller, and he didn't like him at all. He was not married and he was known as a womanizer. It was a known fact that he even went out with married women sometimes. And if that was not enought, he was the manager of a strip bar in town. Simon made a mental note to ask his wife what Rodney had said to her when he got home later. *** That evening, when Simon got back home to his wife, he figured that he would ask her about her talk with Rodney; but before he was able to do this, she asked him a question of her own. "How was your day at work, honey?" Said Megan as soon as her husband walked into the kitchen. "It was fine, there were no major problems with the clients. What did you do today?" "I did the laundry, and I prepared you a nice meatloaf for supper. This morning Maria and I went for a walk as usual; then I cleaned the carpet in the living room." She never mentioned her talk with Rodney that morning, and Simon found this very strange. It was not like her to keep quiet about meeting someone she didn't know. She didn't have any friends that he knew of, and having a talk with a man that she didn't know was certainly something out of the ordinary for her and it was worth mentioning. Why was she keeping this a secret from him? For the first time in his married life, he experienced a strange and very unpleasant feeling, something he had never felt before. Was it jealousy, or was it simply a sort of disappointment because his wife wasn't telling him about meeting Rodney Miller that day, or was it something completely different? He couldn't say exactly, but he didn't like this new emotion. Still, he kept quiet about what he already knew since it wasn't worth the trouble of risking a brawl with his wife for something so trivial. But the incident with Rodney remained in his mind, and it kept bothering him. Two weeks later, one day during mid-morning, he decided to leave his hardware store in the hands of Samuel, his assistant manager, and go for a drive on the street where his house was. As he slowly drove past his house, he didn't see anything usual; therefore, he drove ahead for half a mile until he came to the public entrance that gave access to the park. After parking his car in one of the parking spaces he got out and walked to the park. He examined the narrow pathway, looking carefully into the distance to see if he could get a glimpse of his wife and daughter somewhere. Then he saw her. She was sitting on a bench near the swings, where she was probably keeping an eye on Maria. But sitting next to her,on the same bench, was a man. He couldn't say exactly who the man was, but he knew it had to be Rodney Miller. What had been embers on sticks in the woods of his worried mind the previous two weeks now became a major forest fire. Had there been a gauge to measure the intensity of the jealousy he now felt, it would certainly have registered the maximum possible. Then he began to experience something else deep inside, something he had never felt before. He felt anger: anger at his wife and even still more anger at Rodney Miller. Why was she being so friendly with this man? Was there something going on between them? Why else would she keep meeting this Rodney and never bother to tell him? If there was something between them, how long had it been going on? Questions and more questions but not a single answer! He knew that he needed to find the answers to a few of these questions as soon as possible, before things between this Rodney and his wife went too far. Megan had lied to him by omission. She had been talking and probably meeting with this man for over two weeks now, and she had never said a word about it to him, her husband. Why was Rodney trying to seduce her (for it certainly seemed like that was exactly what was happening) when there were many prettier and more willing women to be had? Simon loved his wife as much as a man could love a woman, but he knew that she was no beauty queen; she was mostly centered on herself and she had no college education.So why was Rodney so interested in her if not to seduce her? As for sex with his wife, even if he (Simon) enjoyed having sex with her, he knew that most men wouldn't be satisfied with the sort of sex he was getting. He knew that a man like Rodney probably already had many women in his life even at the moment,so why would he be wasting his time on her? Could it be the challenge of seducing someone new, someone who had little interest in sex; or did he see in his wife the same thing that had attracted Simon the first time he met her: her very special boobs? When Simon came home that evening he didn't see anything unsual in the way Megan was acting and, as expected, she never mentioned anything about talking to Rodney that day. For the next few weeks Simon keep a watchful eye on his wife, both in the house and while she was in the park. A couple of times each week, while she was on her morning walk, he would get in his car and drive to the park so as to check on her. A few times he saw her sitting on the same bench with Rodney, but after the first week the bench was empty when he went to check on her. Every second day he would drive to the park in mid-morning, but he never saw her there after that. He figured that she was no longer interested in talking to Rodney and was probably home with his daughter. He began to feel much better. School was going to reopen soon, and Maria was to start attending classes for the first time and this worried him a little. One early evening, just a few days before school was supposed to begin, he was sitting in front of the television with his daughter while his wife was busy with the dishes in the kitchen. All of a sudden Maria turned to him. "Daddy, I prefer watching television on a color TV. Are we going to buy one soon?" "How come you know so much about color television?" asked a surprised Simon, when he realized what his daughter had just asked him. After all, even though he had heard of them and knew that they were now on sale, he had never seen one and he was having difficultly imagining where Maria could have seen one. His daughter looked at him as she brought her opened hand over her mouth. It looked as if she had said something she wasn't supposed to say. "It's a secret, daddy. Mommy made me promises to never tell anyone." "But I am not anyone, angel. I am your daddy. You can tell me and I will not mention to mommy that you told me." "Are you sure you won't tell her? I know she will be very angry at me if she learns that I told you." "I promise you, sweetie, it will be our secret. Where have you been able to watch something on a color television set?" "Well OK, I will tell you. It was at Rodney's house. Mommy always stops there when we go in the park, and he has this big color television set in the living room. I always watch Captain Kid there before lunch." Simon wouldn't have been more surprised if the ceiling had fallen on him. Maria, his daughter had just revealed to him that she regularly went inside Rodney's house with her mom. He was shocked beyond anything he had ever experienced, it took him a few seconds to finally get control of himself so as to continue talking with his daughter. "Do Rodney and mommy usually watch television with you when you go there?" "Oh no, mommy goes in the basement to talk with Rodney and to listen to music when we go there. I then have the television all to myself; I can even turn on the volume as loud as I want." Just about then Megan walked into the living room and went to sit on the couch next to her husband. Of course, this put an abrupt end to their talk. *** Rodney and Megan Since the beginning of early spring, Rodney had noticed this woman walking with her daughter every morning on the pressed-earth pathway in the park behind his house. A few times he had gone walking himself on the same pathway, and he had been able to get a closer look at her and her daughter. He realized that even though she was ordinary looking, she did have high, voluminous boobs under her thin sweater. She was tall, had nice long hair and, since mini skirts were in fashion in those days, she always wore one whenever she walked with her daughter, he could also tell that her long legs were straight and very sexy looking. At first, he wasn't that interested in her since he realized she was married, and the features of her face didn't impress him that much. Besides he could have all the women he wanted from the bar where he was the manager, and all of them were very good looking. It was a bar and strip club downtown, and he eventually got theopportunity to sleep with most of the girls working there. But that woman with the little girl soon became a challenge for him. There was something about her that fascinated him. Every time he crossed her path she would reach with her hand to the front of her blouse or sweater and try to close the front tighter, even though she was very decently dressed. He knew from experience that she probably was one of those women who continuously tried to repress her sexual urges. He had managed to take a few of those women to bed, and he knew that once they got over this mental barrier that made them believe sex was dirty and as soon as they discovered the pleasure they could experience while having sex, they became very hot and willing partners. Yes, as soon as they got past their initial reluctance, most of them took to sex as if they wanted to catch up on the years they had gone without it. At the first, each time he crossed Megan's path in the park, she wouldn't even look at him; but eventually, after half a dozen times, he finally managed to get her to nod at him each time she saw him. On the day that he saw her sitting on a bench in front of the swings near his house, he made up his mind to stop and talk to her. He walked up toward the bench where she was sitting. "Hi, it's a very nice day to enjoy the sun today," he said to her in a pleasant voice. "I see that your daughter is having a lot of fun on the swings." Sandra looked at him for a few seconds that first time; then she finally smiled at him. "Yes, she is. She is always after me to bring her here; we don't have a swing at home." "I live right there in the gray brick house," Rodney said, pointing out his house with his fingers. It was located right at the back of the swings. "I suppose you don't live far since I see you almost every day here in the park." Megan surprised even herself by pointing to him whee her house was, and soon they were talking like old friends. She didn't ask him to sit next to her on the bench that first time, even if they did talk for almost an hour. It then became a regular thing for them. She would sit there at her usual place, and he would soon join her, sitting next to her. They talked about all sort of things: his job, his dead wife, and Megan's husband. He could see that she was fascinated by his job; she asked him many questions about the club and the strippers working there. About a week later, while they were both busy talking, Maria fell off the swing and scraped her knees on the ground. She was crying and both knees were bleeding. Rodney proposed that they go to his place, since it was closer, so that he could get a wet towel to clean her knees. He even carried the still-crying Maria in his arms and they went through the backyard gate to his place. While Megan and Maria remained on the back deck, he went into the house to get a wet towel. That day Rodney was able to gain Megan's trust since he didn't even invite them inside his house. From that day on, both mother and daughter developed a kind of bond with Rodney, and they now both considered him a friend. That was the day that Megan asked Maria not to mention Rodney to her father, since she knew he would get upset with them if he was to lear that they had made friend with someone he didn't know. The fact that he was manager of a bar fascinated her. Being the only child of very strict parents -- her father was now dead while her mother lived at the other end of town -- she had never gone inside a bar or a strip club. As for Rodney, he was now fascinated with Megan's boobs. Of course everyday at the club he saw bared breasts, but he could tell that Megan was in a league of her own in that department. Her breasts were big, of course, but what made them special was the fact that they were high and they didn't even look slightly pendulous. He had never seen breasts like hers, so he made up his mind that soon he was going to get a real good look at them and even hold them in his hand. Except for her boobs, he had very little interest in her. Right now, he could easily call upon half a dozen women, all of them having much better facial features than Megan, to share his bed. No, it was her boobs that intrigued him, and of course also the challenge of getting this prude woman to fuck him. He wondered if she would be one of those who exploded into sensual overdrive once she got past her mental barriers. He knew it was only a question of time before if found out. Everyday now, they would sit on his deck watching Maria while she played with other children on the swings. Then one day, Maria asked for a glass of water and he invited them inside the house where it was much cooler. While she drank her water, he turned on the television set and as soon as Maria saw it was a color TV she asked Rodney to let her watch Captain Kid. Soon it became a regular habit: Maria would play on the swings for a short while, then she would sit in Rodney's living room watching television.